Driveway Lyrics
(Uh) Uh, uh, yeah yeah (Okay)
I’m in— I’m in rare form (Truth tell ya)
Uh, uh, yeah (Get ’em, okay)
She kicked me out
I stay parked in that driveway like the garage, gettin’ work done (Stayin’ out here)
Watchin’ that rapper talk tough
Feel like he forcin’ BBs inside his squirt gun (Yeah; squirt gun)
Only folks I’m jealous of is ones who get fucked up
But it’s purely for fun (For fun, keep going)
Thousands people say they love me
But not one them know me, so it ain’t worth none
You pay for a feature, then got carried
Paid your carrier like it’s T-Mobile (T-Mobile)
I don’t get love from the city like [’cause of these millies?]
But fuck it, T-Global (T-Global)
I’m tryna make this bitch watch, they will be bloodin’
She keep takin’ her phone out (Ah, bitch)
If she pay close attention to Daniel
She’d see who’s next to her on his couch (It’s me)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bathroom (Ah; uh, uh)
Bad keepin’ secrets
‘Cause I fucked up and told her where my secrets last June (Keep talkin’ to ’em; really talk to ’em)
I just realized that I’m one-on-one with nobody
By myself or in a packed room (Real packed room)
That explains a lot to me
Nobody can talk to me real
Plus I’m always leavin’ soon (I’m on the way out)
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway
Like the snow won’t let me pull out (You high as hell, man)
I was high when I heard Bob Saget died
I smiled ’cause this ain’t no full house
Labels wanted Charlie, Marcus wants Aneth
But I like my music blown out (Blown out)
G-Herbo told me pull up
Got too fucked up on purpose, ’cause I had self-doubt (Shot to Swervo)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bedroom
Now I went and got my hair grown out (Grown out; yeah yeah)
Horizontal rotation like a fuckin’ merry-go-round
Money come with fuckin’ pheromones now (You feel me?)
I was doin’ parties in my house, there are pigs downstairs (Yeah)
Funny how we stare those down
I’m a daredevil and a devil dare
Those who know me to bury temptations in a pair of gold trophies (I got a pair of gold trophies)
A pair of gold trophies (Yeah)
Diamonds from Sierra Leone, I feel them on me
If you don’t got any goals, that’s good, ’cause they no goalies
If they don’t know where your home is, are they really your homies?
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway
‘Til that girl come back with a jet (Come back)
Honest, I think we’ve all been cheated on
Some of us just ain’t catch the bitch yet
In this news video you look so high
At least get on upwards or something, man, shit
